Brassieres, an engineering miracle

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BRASSIERES:
An Engineering Miracle

From Science and Mechanics, February, 1964
 

By Edward Nanas

There is more to brassiere design than meets the eye. In many respects, the challenge of enclosing and supporting a semi-solid mass of variable volume and shape, plus its adjacent mirror image-together they equal the female bosom-involves a design effort comparable to that of building a bridge or a cantilevered skyscraper.

Wig fitting, dressing and makeup was not enough

Dozens of disposable razors, serious quantity of hair removal strips. Epilation creams, shaving foams, body lotion, soothing cream.

One item was still open on the checklist. A wig.

Those were pre-internet times, only few had a squawking modem and not much else than company's mails to read. That is the one out of ten times when all elements collaborated.

Why you should hire cross-dressing and TG persons

Her badge read 'Lisa' and judging from her smile, she was the happiest person on earth as she swiftly aligned my order on the brownish tray.

Pity fast-food chains do not allow tips, never before had burgers tasted so good...

Why was that girl so happy to be in a sweaty smelly burger joint ? Giving her best instead of throwing junk food on greasy trays ?

Coming-out to partners, how to tell about your cross-dressing and more.

The most difficult chapter in cross-dressing history. Ever.

Telling your partner. Is there a magic recipe for success ?

No. Hell no. Said words are a primed wick. Will it blow-up the house or trigger admirable fireworks ? It all depends on what's at the other end of the wick.

Cardinal rule is that genetic women are not favorably conditioned to cross-dressers (here).

Is all hope lost ? Once again, no, hell no.

First dress fitting, all my gratitude to Fairy Erika...

Thumps of a big idling diesel. Eyes slowly open in the cold dark car. Neon lights reflections from afar. Motionless at what looks like a highway truck-stop.

Firing up the engine, heater kicks-in. Now that's better, significantly better. Click, window smoothly slides down. I need a smoke...

Where am I ? Trying to focus on the navigation screen, Effectively, On a parking lot nearby the highway. On a parking lot I never drove to. Yet indeed I am here. On a parking lot I had pulled out to from the highway.

What's good, what's bad ? Puritan moralists, give us a break already !

WARNING: This post contains philosophical points of view and related strong language. Reader discretion advisable.

Long ago I knew a philosopher of sorts, the kind or hi-tech business multi-sexual yuppie, who was renowned for his extremely fool mouth and manners. Corporate decency of speech was irrelevant in his diplomacy toolkit.

Sissies are chosen by Fairies. Resistance is futile.

Why (most) women can't figure out and accept cross-dressers

The roots of women oppression

Females are the dominant representatives of our species. They hold the most complex part of the reproductive machinery.

A woman can easily bring to exhaustion numerous males in a rapid sequence while a male would face an extreme challenge to fully satisfy be it a single woman.

How to start with enforced chastity for deeper sissification and feminization

Say no to maleness.

A locked, supposedly irremovable by the wearer chastity device is a mild non-invasive and reversible form of sex reassignment surgery.

Contrary to internet mythology, chastity devices can not and do not prevent orgasms, period.

Orgasms are triggered by the brain as a reaction to several factors including stimulation of nerves in corresponding associated erogenous zones.

I don't know what causes cross-dressing, so give me a professor title and big tenure already !

Prof. Carlton as Carlotta

No, just kidding. I know what irresistibly urges men to cross-dress.

Therefore I'll never get honors and tenure in psychiatry, a trade where professors are paid for not knowing. (hear the quantum-physics bunch laugh ,,,)

Today I stumbled on an excellent paper by Prof. Carlton Davis and therefore this post.

His article is really excellent, a full extend demonstration of how psychology and psychiatry turn ignorance into highly sought after professional asset.

Quantum physics, parallel worlds, fairies and sissy cross-dressers

Head-shrinks (aka therapists) identify two major cross-dressing fashion style groups and provide scientific explanation to none.

Those wearing modern dramatically revealing outfits and the others digging deeper in vintage sources of inspiration.

Curiously both are explained by putative early childhood impressions of female imagery.

Such could be the case of "vintage girls" in their forties reenacting deep memories.

However this assumption does not apply to younger individuals longing for vintage female attire. The probability of them being exposed to clothing items phased out decades prior their birth is quasi null.

Older men systematically opting for up do date nonexistent in their childhood fashion trends are another exception.

The cardinal rule is that cross-dressers will attempt to maximize their femininity either by complex and demanding apparel from the past or as a reflection of their exposed status thru minimalist coverage outfits.

Is this time paradox just another failure to understand the essence of cross-dressing ? After all genetics have been equally unable to provide a plausible explanation.

This dress sets the ties of marriage to a new level.

Wear me ! Now !

Can you resist the call ?

Watch out what you bargain for girl, this cute dress is not as innocent as it might look.

Notice the sturdy collar ? Substantial cuffs ? Full body coverage style ?

Rings bells doesn't it ?

There's a sturdy industrial grade zipper on the back.

And it's not coming down no matter how much you try. Nor are the cuffs without the key to the concealed locks.

Yes. Legend has it that this one of a kind creation is a fully functional seriously strong lockable wedding dress.

With concealed features that would keep you in.

Saying "yes" ? The last time you could choose was before the zipper closed. Now it's too late, you're bound to discover the ties of marriage.

The day I passed away. In a bright tunnel towards a blistering light.

The plan was to don a support panty, pantyhose and a delicious softcup body under my business suit.

My inner voice sharply disagreed.

Surviving the dull meeting on schedule and the long trip home would be quite a challenge without the hugging sensations though.

"Wait girl, just wait!" I taught. "First strike the deal then party time."

Nursing camis, tops and powerslips - a tangible feminine sensual playtime value

From modest to exposed in seconds without undressing ?

Interesting.

Precisely what nursing tops, camis and shapewear / powerslips are designed for: -Bra cups are held by an easy to open clip.

The good news is that they are no more the exclusive realm of horrible shapeless cotton mops.

Modern shapeware, bra-less power slips for fashion and play

Quite body-hugging yet not comparable to classic structured foundations, power-slips also come in bra-less variants.

Their back and sides are higher while the front is cut alike a 1/6^th cups bra could be.

By design they are intended to be complemented with a bra of your choice.

Different color bra, open-cups bra, nursing bra, no bra...

Sky's the limit.

An interesting seduction potential to explore in various circumstances, from dressy to playtime.

A slenderizing cross-dresser's must-have that will hug, support, smoothen "love handles" and much more...

Feminea Aeterna

Horribly vicious transvestic disorder diagnosis method

Even more horrible considering that it's primarily designed for use on children and still practiced.

So vicious that even "the trade" will not openly admit it's existence or refer to it with boiler-plate designations such as "induced cognitive divergence".

For starters, the diagnosed person is unaware of undergoing a test.

Don't you ever dare me again she said laughing

The blinking lights of the cigarettes vending machine were the most exciting distraction for miles around.

Another dull biz-trip weekend was profiling at the horizon, half a mile from nowhere, lost between storage halls, factories and undefined settlements.

Shopping ? The nearest opportunity would be at least one hour of drive under the unforgiving sun.

Shady small terrace, plastic table and a surprisingly good coffee. That should take care of the next hour. Would the newspaper holder collaborate ?

Visit this, go there, greasy whitened by the sun advertisement leaflets.

No explicit content ? Here's why.

Fairies don't care of legally adult age and location.

Their wonderful spells can strike at any moment, anywhere.

This blog seeks to provide (self-)acceptance, support and understanding of cross-dressing irrespective of age, race and place.

Explicit language and graphics would set it off-limits for the upcoming generation of Sisters or have it blocked in parts of the world.

White shirt, white tiara and a bad headache

Alarm clock yelling in the distance. Between headache and backache what hurts most ?

Why had I slept in the sofa ? Be it good looking it's deep seating never failed to somehow dislodge bones in my back. Plan every move.

Cereals slowly sinking. Hot coffee. Yes. This morning I'll take it hot with 2 aspirins.

Been drinking ? Apparently not or someone had taken all evidence away. So why the headache ? Why had I slept all dressed on the sofa ?